"Then why?"
Emily was speechless.
He did not believe her, and that was natural. No one would believe her, not even herself. Who would buy it if she claimed she had died once at the hands of her own sister?
The color suddenly drained from her face. Knowing Vincent would die one day, she sighed softly despite herself. Managing to recall Vincent's previous life, she said hesitantly, "Don't take herbal medicine, or have someone taste for you. Oh, and go date someone and marry the girl you love. Otherwise, what a pity it will be if you are never in love before you die."
"OK." Vincent looked he was smiling.
Emily looked out of the window and her mind began to wander, "I know you don't believe me, but..."
"I believe you."
Emily froze. Vincent’s words dragged her back into reality. She turned her head and said, "What did you say?"
